my careless contagion

What you did to her I don't know you. I don't know what you did to her. I just know what she used to be like. You took a virtuous young woman and took and took and took. She would have kept giving, even though you took all. She told me she would have endured any amount of "pain and humiliation" to keep you, to keep you happy, to keep you coming home to her.  I don't know what you did to her, but I see the end result of it, how she's done with life, done with men, just ... done. She'll never trust again the way she trusted you, and never will she lay herself bare and vulnerable in a man's arms again. Whatever you did to her, I don't know, but she'll never be the same. She's always going to have that awareness in the back of her head that she's been done wrong, that she's going to find out any day just how wrong she's been done. You made her a detective when you should have been making her smile. You made her question ever...

I'm not obsessed, I swear. I just obsessively think about this girl like there's nothing else in the world to think about. Really, it's no big deal.  I've decided on a simple comparison of our lives to illustrate just how impressive I think she is.  After my last Facebook (FB) purge, I have around 80 friends. She gets more than that many likes on her posts. She's one of the nicest, friendliest girls I've ever known with a heart as big as the moon, so it makes sense she's garnered a lot of friends. She doesn't use FB to troll people or post stupid memes. She uses it to reach out to her people, to educate, to praise, to cherish those in her life. I don't currently use FB, but when I did I mostly posted articles about stupid stuff bears were doing. Yes, bears.  She has talents I don't have. This list could be very long. She's creative and crafty. She can bake a cake. She can run a half marathon, mow her lawn, pay the bills, feed the kid...